Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Gong,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Little Man,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.